The Depth of Death
Whenever Death's cowl eclipses life's light
souls slip into perpetual darkness.
And fueled by tears of sorrow and fright,
faith finds hope in the power of prayer.
But Death leaves souls little time to prepare
for its eternal, surreal starkness.
Death seems an impenetrable curtain,
lowered with a sense of finality.
Whatever lies beyond is uncertain;
perhaps heaven, hell, or eternal sleep.
Death's depth, possibly infinitely deep,
immerses souls in its totality.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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